Lost

Chapter 1

It was dark. Harry held out his hand to try and work out where he was. His head was pounding and his whole body ached. The dark, confined room was unfamiliar to him and he knew he was going to be in danger unless he got himself out of there.

The room was cold and smelt of mould. Harry wondered how he'd ended up in here. One minute he was in the hallways at hogwarts, next minute he was in the dark, feeling so ill.

He turned to his left and he could make out another person laid on the floor in a similar position he'd woken up from. Harry moved closer to the unconscious figure to see if he could make out who it was.

Harry hovered over the figure, he could faintly see the colour of the persons hair and Harry instantly knew

"Malfoy?" the name floated from his mouth and Draco awoke with a start.

"Potter? Is that you?" the question was whisper yelled in Harry's direction and Harry winced having still got a banging headache.

Harry sighed and turned to face Draco. "Yeah Malfoy it's me no need to fucking yell at me".

Draco rubbed his eyes and a look of shock overtook his face. He had no idea where he was and why the fuck was potter in here with him?

"Oi potty where are we? Is this some sort of prank?"

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked and Draco. "No Malfoy does it look like some sort of prank to you?"

Malfoy snorted and began to rant about how it was unfair that he was in a confined room with the Chosen One and even he had no idea what was going on, which was apparently rare.

Harry turned away from Draco and stood up and walked over to the door.

"That door probably has fucking magical wards on it to stop us from getting out, I wouldn't even try if I were you". Draco sneered.

"Gee thanks Malfoy, have you got any other ideas then?" Harry knew they weren't going to get along, but he had hoped that since they were both in some form of danger, they could maybe get along. Didn't seem very likely.

"No Potter I haven't, but you're being really fucking illogical right now, if we're in here then there's no way there isn't some sort of spell holding us in here, do you think whoever's put us in here is stupid?"

Draco walked over to where Harry was stood and traced the door with his fingertips. "I can feel the wards, we ain't getting out of here any time soon".

Harry slumped to the floor in despair. How he'd ended up in a cold, dark room with none other than Draco fucking Malfoy he had no idea.

Malfoy was still mumbling about being in a room with him but then suddenly stopped, as if realising something and came over to where Harry was.

Draco sat down opposite Potter and put his head in his hands and softly said "Listen Potter, I know we don't get along and that's entirely your fault but I think you and I should try to get along because it seems that a bunch of fucking death eaters have captured us".

Harry looked up at Draco and did something he never thought he would ever do. Harry held out his hand "Truce?" Draco also held out his hand and shook his. "Truce".

Harry knew it was mostly his fault that him and Draco didn't get on, but the cocky git played some part in it. He knew Draco wouldn't admit it and he didn't want to bring it up considering they had just called it quits with the arguing, so he stayed silent.

Draco stood up after a couple of minutes and started searching the room. Several seconds later light flooded into the room. "Well that solves one fucking problem".

Harry looked around the room there was one double bed, a bedside table and a chair.

"Damn, I would have expected a 5 star room for the Slytherin prince and the chosen one" joked Draco.

Harry turned and looked at Draco. "Malfoy, I'm not sure you realise just how much trouble we might be in. Just because you're a death eater doesn't mean they'll let you off the hook. We're obviously in here because we've done something wrong".

"Fucking hell Potter, The Dark Lord wants to kill you, that's why you're in here. I would have thought even you would have figured that one out. As for me I don't know I wasn't aware I'd done something wrong in all honesty".

With a heavy sigh, Harry got up and threw himself on the bed. "Malfoy, I'm really not in the mood for a lecture. I know Voldemort wants to kill me, it's been apparent since I was fucking born".

Draco threw a pillow at Harry. "Yes you fuckwit it's obvious, now we need to find a way out of here before anyone else joins us".

Harry just groaned and buried his head further into the bed. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew Draco was right. He laid there for a few more minutes before he decided he needed to get up, otherwise he knew Draco would probably end up killing him, truce or not.

Both him and Draco searched the room for any signs of escape, but they quickly realised that there was no chance of that. After 10 minutes of scanning the room, both sat on the bed in defeat.

"Potter, I think we have a problem". He turned to look at Harry and then looked down at the bed. Oh wasn't that an understatement. Harry laid back on the bed. "Malfoy, I don't think we're getting out of here tonight, it's quite clear that the death eaters want us to stay put, so that's what we're going to have to do". And with that Harry got up, switched the light off and walked back to the bed. "Until someone opens that door, we can't do anything".

Draco knew Potter was right, after all they had spent 10 minutes looking for an escape and they couldn't find anything, so Draco also laid down on the bed, as it seemed like that was all they could do.